Carcass

(Music: Owen, Steer)
(Lyrics: Walker)
Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney
Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake
For hot dry powdered human slag
Still steaming in the crematorium's grate
Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates
For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate
Your mortal mechanism dies - in nutrients rich
In the hallowed turf you lie - just for the taking
Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need
Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed
Spreading this human potash, as ash matured
Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for use as manure...
Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed
And there's no rest for the dead
(Lead fills: Dust in the mausoleum by W.G. Steer)
Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns
Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire
Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch
These charred chassis desired
Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu
Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do
The nitrogen content's high - but the flesh is weak
At the graveside mourners cry - you're never to wake again